I was just two seconds away from finishing a beautiful blog post about my love for Latin dance (and all things Spanish really, including the men, va-va-voom) when GOOGLE CHROME becomes 'unresponsive' and asks me if I want to kill the page. In my head, I am saying 'YES I WANT TO KILL YOU. TORTURE YOU SLOWLY THEN STAB YOU IN THE HEART!" but my hand clicks the 'Wait' button instead because I really, really, really didn't want to have to rewrite that post. Unfortunately for me, Chrome was thinking the same thing I was thinking. It did not want me to 'wait', it wanted to die - so I killed it. Now I restart it, breathe new life into it and what does it do for me? Oh, only lose EVERYTHING I WROTE FOR THE PAST 20 MINUTES! Grrrr.....

To top that off, my dumb phone has not been working all weekend. Serves me right for depending on a Blackberry (oh please, like you haven't heard the stories). Now I have three batteries because of this unreliable thing - not that I can use any of them because di ediat phone nah charge! Apparently it become so stush and temperamental that only a wall charger is good enough to be stuck in its opening. And common old USB's are all I have. Oh well...if you trying to call and can't get through, that's probably why (well that and I probably don't want to talk to you anyway).

I am sick and tired of technology. I'm going Amish I swear to you. I can't stand it no more...

By the way, I know I'll regret this in the morning. Truth is, I love technology, I love the internet, I love my Blackberry (not my phone of choice but its mine and it has served well #teamiPhone) and I really really seriously love you Google....but you guys just get me really upset sometimes. What? You want to work it out? How you plan to do that? Exactly, see what I mean...you can't change the past and I don't see you doing anything to rectify the future.

What a wonder I never lose this post too...

Gone a my bed yah....

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